Chapter 4

Janis said, “Master, I know I don’t deserve to be forgiven, but I offer you my body, without restriction, to use for your pleasure. Perhaps by making myself into the best fuck you’ve ever had I can dull the pain I caused you enough so that the memory becomes smaller.”

I said, “Connie dear, let’s take this girl up to your bedroom and see if she can keep her promises to you.”

I led Janis up the stairs and to the master bedroom.

I said, “Connie, please lie on your back in the middle of the bed. Now Janis, straddle her pretty face and gently lower your sex down to her lips.”

I put a hand on the back of her head and pressed her face down into the gash between my wife’s legs.

“Now lick Connie’s clit the way you’d like yours licked and make my wife cum,”

I knew both girls were virgins with another woman, so I talked dirty to them to get their imaginations and sex drive going. As I expected, Janis came first. After her body stopped thrashing uncontrollably, Janis ate Connie’s pussy like there was no tomorrow. My wife came fairly quickly too. Connie growled just before she came, like a feral female animal in heat.

“Don’t stop. Keep licking each other,” I commanded.

I got behind Janis and ran the head of my cock up and down her dripping slit. When I rubbed the head over her clit, she moaned. I got lined up and shoved my dick, balls deep, in Janis’ cunt. I fucked her until she came on my cock for the first time. My ego swelled as Janis had one screaming orgasm after another.

Sometimes I get so excited when I’m fucking a woman that I feel on the razor’s edge, but I can’t cum. I took advantage of that quirk to fuck Janis for two hours. I fucked her until she had a massive orgasm and passed out.

I helped Connie get out from under her, put my wife on her back, and fucked her until she was begging me to have mercy on her. I grinned at Connie and whispered, “One of these days, it won’t be practice and I’ll knock you up. You will look so sexy with my baby growing in your belly.”

Connie whimpered, “Yes, shoot me full of your baby making sperm. Get me pregnant. Fuck a baby girl into my belly Georgie.”

I exploded and sent an incredible volume of thick, hot cream gushing into Connie’s pussy as it was convulsing from multiple orgasms. Our hips kept thrusting, trying to get my cockhead as deep as possible inside her fuck tunnel. We wore each other out and collapsed on the bed.

I wrapped my arms around my wife. Connie said, “I wish I could think an adaptation to my body, and yours, babe.”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“I’d make your dick longer, with a thinner tip and a fatter root. The thin tip would let your cock head go through my cervix and into my womb. I’d move my G-Spot to encircle the opening of my cervix, and then when you shoved your spear into my womb, I’d cum from the G-Spot nerves and my clit would get pulverized by the fat root of your dick. It would make it so I could only be bred by an Alpha, like you, who had a prick big enough to go into my womb. I’d only have the best orgasms I could have with you. Maybe it would be your huge cock going through my cervix and triggering G-Spot orgasms that made me able to be bred,” Connie said.

“Damn girl, you think of the hottest things! Would you give me a knot, the way dogs have one to hold the baby batter inside the bitch? I know I wish I could get hard any time you sucked me and that I had zero recovery time if you were still horny. I’d like more semen volume, and I’d like to be able to blast you full of spunk at least ten times a day, every day.” I said.

Janis woke up and said, “It would be nice if a girl got pregnant and knew she was knocked up as soon as the cock head went through the cervix and into the uterus. Also, if you have instantly ripe ova, why can’t the lining of the uterus develop from the same trigger, so that it’s there and ready when the egg gets out of the fallopian tube? That would get rid of periods and make things more efficient. In addition, a woman would only need like twenty or thirty eggs, so she would have less chance of getting ovarian or uterine cancer, because fast cell growth would only happen a few times in her lifetime. Anyway Connie, I really like the idea of only being able to breed if the cock was big enough to penetrate the cervix and go into the womb.”

Connie said, “Janis, we are kinder to you than you deserve. You do seem to be a good fuck though, and I’m going to keep you around and train you to take care of my Georgie if anything ever happens to me so that I can’t. If I forget and treat you like a person, just remember that you are my slave and you don’t get to fuck my husband unless I give you permission.”

“Yes Mistress,” Janis said.

Connie decided Janis should get her Library Science Masters and then go to work to help support our micro-commune.

One night after I’d fucked her particularly well, Connie whispered, “Have you always wanted to fuck young teen girls?”

I said, “I’ve wanted to screw young teen girls since I was a young teen boy and it was totally appropriate. Unfortunately, my desires never kept pace with my age. Right now, I get a hardon for any good-looking female from fourteen through forty. Truthfully, if a girl wanted to, I’d do her as long as she liked it and it didn’t hurt her.”

Janis added, “And she looked good!”

We all laughed.

Janis said, “Have you ever had a fantasy where you had a harem?”

“Not so much a harem, as when people asked me, ‘Ginger or Maryanne?’ I wondered what they would say if I answered, ‘Both.’ After all, they had such different personalities, there wouldn’t be any redundancy having both. I suppose that was before I met Connie and found out one woman was horny as much as I was and could keep me satisfied,” I said.

“Suck-up!” Janis said.

“Babe, you know Jan could take care of you by herself if I didn’t pull rank and keep most of the time for myself. You are just too yummy to put myself on a diet when it comes to getting my mouth and cunt filled up with your cream. Sorry Janis, but it sucks to be you some days. I have to keep you reminded that you could have had our stud all to yourself if you hadn’t been so dumb,” Connie said.

Janis got her MS in Library Science and went to work at the Iowa State University Library in Ames. I got my doctorate in Plant Genetics and went to work as the number two research guy at Poweshiek Seeds. Connie still didn’t know what she wanted except for me to fuck her as often as possible. Connie and Janis got to be almost friends and they did a lot of eating each other if I was at work and they were at home.

The head librarian at the college retired. Janis applied for the job and got it. She moved to Grinnell to live with us, and we found a whole, old Victorian house to share. Life was good for all of us, and nearly perfect for me.

Darla got tangled up with a man-whore, and everything at work turned to shit.

Fortunately, there wasn’t a non-competition clause in my contract, so I quit. I took everything I’d learned and Connie and I started Amana Hybrids. The colony board was modernizing, and I was able to lease all the land north of I-80 and south of the developed areas, from Marengo to Oxford. I took advantage of the well-known Amana name and their reputation for wholesome food and high-quality products, and booked all the sales I could supply for the next planting season.

Connie had developed an interest in the climate and we looked at trends that led me to go for maximum drought resistance plus complete nutrition in my first batch. Connie was right, and our customers did appreciably better than their neighbors using any other brand of seed corn.

Janis had subscribed to a clipping service for us that sent us news and articles about corn from all over the world. She reviewed the articles, passed what she thought was important on to Connie, and she discussed ones she thought were important with me. I was very excited to find out about an archeological expedition in South America which found a cache of seed corn. I called up my dad’s friend, Neil Smith, and the Representative put me in touch with the State Department. I was able to get an allocation of the seed and the right to germinate and grow a sample.

There was a trucking company that was based in Montezuma that had just gone under, abandoning thousands of square feet of warehouse. I swooped in and bought their assets from the bankruptcy court for pennies on the dollar. I had the latest indoor growing equipment and lighting installed. I also installed air filtration equipment so that the pollen from the ancient corn could not get out into the central Iowa fields of modern hybrid corn and the modern hybrid pollen could not get into the experimental growing facility. I met the leader of the expedition in Washington, D.C. and gave his sponsoring university a modest gift. I collected my bag of ancient seeds, and headed home to Iowa.

Connie and I started Montezuma Heritage Hybrids to develop any beneficial genetic traits in the South American seed corn and engineer and market a separate product line from our Amana Hybrids varieties. One of the marketing strategies for the Montezuma line was, “All Natural. No Genetic Engineering.” Connie came up with that, and it seemed silly in the 1970s, but it sold a lot of seed for us in the Twenty-First Century.

Now if you want to get rich fast, don’t get into the seed corn business. It takes lots of money for the R&D plus more for any genetic engineering and then you have to grow the new variety, measure the yield and test the nutritional value of the variety, then grow enough seed to supply your early adopters, document their experience growing the variety, market the variety based on that data, grow more seed, and slowly increase your market share.

I knew the kind of farmer who would buy our seed corn. They are independent, spit in the face of authority kind of people, which can mean they are difficult and demanding. The corporate farm and the family farm run like a corporate farm are going to take the safe path and buy Pioneer or if they have certain problems with soil where a DeKalb variety is a better fit, then they will buy from the Illinois company. My customer is looking for a better price, a less restrictive contract, and better service.

When I leased the farm land from the Amana Colony board, I also leased all their elevators and storage facilities. I also had the ability to load freight cars as well as trucks. I offered post-harvest services at a discount to justify the expense of maintaining the facilities and keeping people employed. It was also a feature that helped sell seed around Amana.

Now as we got established, I saw a trend from the big seed companies that disturbed me and terrified my customers. The contracts kept getting longer and more complicated. The seed company had patented their varieties, and of course I had too. However, the big companies were putting in prohibitions for saving any of a crop to use for seed the next year. The greedy big guys wanted to contractually ensure the farmer had to buy new seed every year.

If you buy the seed from me, it comes to you treated with fungicide and packaged so it won’t rot on you before it gets planted. There’s also nematode protection in the seed coating. If you save field grown corn for seed, you have to store it over the winter, protect it from rats and other critters that can get into your storage bins, hope you got it dry enough so it won’t rot, and when you plant it in your dirt, it’s vulnerable to whatever Mother Nature sends your way. In addition, your seed isn’t going to be quite as good as mine, and in a few years, you’ll definitely see the difference in a side by side plot test.

However, I’m just a guy who likes to help nature give her best, so if you buy my seed, it’s yours, to do with as you see fit. I wouldn’t feed it to animals if I were you because of the coating, but it’s yours, end of story. The big guys want to tell you that corn grown in your dirt can’t be kept on your property and used for seed. They want to tell a farmer he has to sell his entire crop and they want to monitor every little thing he does so you basically have to prove to them that you aren’t guilty of saving corn for seed. To me, that’s just greed run wild and down-right unamerican.

I testified in front of the Senate Agriculture Committee and said as much. Now the big guys hate me and I’m getting hit with piles of nuisance patent infringement suits. The thing that saves me is that I’ve always kept really good records. It’s just a big waste of my time and or course money, and they know it. I got tired of the war of attrition and always being on the defensive, so I got together a few lawyers from little country towns and we launched a bunch of “restriction of trade” and “conspiracy to restrict trade” suits. We got enough Federal Courts to rule our way that it started to cost the big guys, so they finally backed off with the nuisance suits. I also started counter suing to recover my legal costs on anything that got thrown out for lack of evidence I stole their intellectual property.

It got a little difficult to manage everything with facilities all over the Amana area, Grinnell, and Montezuma. I’m a hands-on kind of guy, so things seem to go smoother if I turn up in person regularly enough for all my folks to know I give a shit about what they do. Driving around from place to place was taking too much time. We tried using fixed wing, small aircraft, but the landing strips were usually not where I needed to go, and there was still a lot of driving involved.

I met the founder of an electric car company that was trying to out Tesla Mr. Musk. I got him working on a higher capacity lighter weight battery. I bought out an experimental helicopter company and moved them into the Amana Appliance factory that was left vacant when Raytheon stopped building refrigerators and air conditioners in Iowa. We developed an electric helicopter that flew at nearly the speed of a fixed wing aircraft. Using light weight composites, we were able to fly a reasonable distance on one battery pack. We had charging stations at all our facilities, and we would pull out the battery packs and slap in fresh ones after every flight.

The great thing about being able to fly was that Connie, Janis, and I could all live in the same house; and I could get home at a reasonable time every night. We built a new home outside Homestead so we had room for the helipad. The electric motors are very quiet, but the sound of blades slicing through the air can be annoying, so we made sure we were far enough away from the town. We built on a hill so we had a great view of the valley. The surrounding farm land is some of the most fertile in the world. The view of our seed corn growing, especially in the soft light just before sunset, is hauntingly beautiful.

Somehow the time never seemed right for either of my girls to get pregnant, so we never had children.

One of the things left behind when Amana stopped being a communal living group was that the dormitories and kitchens were left vacant. Following my pattern, I bought up that property. I thought I’d demolish the structures and build rental retail space for tourist shops and restaurants. However, Janis came to me with a proposal for a charitable foundation that would provide homes for troubled youth. It would operate like the Amana Colonies had and be a living history museum to preserve the history of the most successful communal living experiment in American history.

Janis got so involved in the foundation that she resigned from the college library and became the foundation director.

I mostly thought of the foundation as a way to reduce my tax liability, but my view changed dramatically when Janis came home one night with a flaxen-haired girl in tow. She introduced me to McKenzie, and the girl launched herself across the room and landed in my lap. Her arms went around my neck, and the child looked up at me with big blue eyes shining and said, “I NEED a daddy. Will you be mine?”

I was taken aback, so I asked Janis, “What’s the story here?”

Jan laughed and said, “Mack, you will never get what you want in life when you hint around. George is my husband and he isn’t going to scold you for being a little different from most girls your age. He likes the same things I like, so don’t be afraid, sweetie.”

McKenzie looked into my eyes like she was looking for confirmation down to the depths of my soul. Finally, she grinned and said, “I’ve always dreamed of a daddy of my very own. But my daddy wouldn’t just tuck me in bed, he’d get in bed with me and we would kiss and touch until my whole body was on fire, and then he’d make love to me until he made me shiver and shake and cry out from the pleasure he made me feel. So, would you be MY daddy, Mr. George?”

Janis giggled, which was totally out of character for her. “Mack was showing me how much she likes to cuddle and kiss and be all lovey-dovey, weren’t you sweetie?” Jan said.

“Oh yes, Mr. George! Of course, I’ve had lots of practice with other girls, but I really want to do things with my daddy, not some dumb boy. Would you like to teach me how to do what you like and show me what you can do to make me feel wonderful? Would you like to be my daddy?” McKenzie asked.

“You know I’ve always wanted a little girl of my very own who loves me very, very much. I’d love to answer all your questions and love your beautiful little body in all the ways you want. It’s very important to me to only do things a girl likes and that feel good to her. If we were playing in bed and something hurt you, I’d want you to tell me right away so I could do something different that didn’t hurt you. You’d always tell me right away if something hurt or you didn’t like it, wouldn’t you, Mack?” I said.

“Yes daddy. I think the same way. A daddy should never force his daughter to do something, especially something she doesn’t like, except things like going to school. A daddy shouldn’t do anything to his little girl that hurts her either. But you know what? A daddy should not be afraid to let his daughter love him the way she wants to. A daddy should be brave enough to accept all the love his little girl wants to give him.

“Now can I show you the kind of love I want to give you, daddy? Will you teach me how to do all the things you like? Will you show me everything that might feel good to me?” McKenzie asked.

“Is Miss Janis going to be your mommy, Mack?” I asked.

“I’m going to have two mommies, daddy! Miss Janis, and Miss Connie are going to be my mommies and teach me all about how to be a woman and how to make my daddy very, very happy,” Mack said.